Survival of the Fittest

by - Sunday, July 15, 2012

It is this weekend every year that confirms my decision not to have children.

Because children have birthday parties.

And birthday parties mean noise. Lots of it.

Squealing. Shrieking. Yelling.

Two of my friends from university managed to each have their two children during the same week in July.

Four birthdays in the span of less than a week.

This meant that I went to FOUR kids birthday parties this weekend.

It all went well... I even got to play laser tag for the first time. And yes, I took full advantage of being able to shoot kids to pump up my score.

But, as much as I love those kids...until you've experienced four birthdays (ages 7, 5, 4 and 1) in less than 24 hours... I don't think you really know the meaning of birthday-palooza.

And I didn't even plan the parties... I just attended and helped out.

Thank god I could head home to my quiet house each evening to where I could eat sushi and watch episodes of Sea Patrol.

Cause if not, I think I may have taken up drinking hard liquor straight from the bottle.

Happy birthday Grayson, Abby, Makenna and Zoey! Until next year, when we do it all again!

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  1. god love ya! my friends have learned to just not invite me. and there are no hard feelings. just a mutual understanding for the different roads our lives have taken! We can dish all day about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness....but I'm no longer obligated to participate in the kids goins' on....